Bedlam Book Novels & Stories

Bellamy thinks for a moment then nods to himself, a decision made. “Lie back and listen then.” I tilt my head in curiosity but I comply. He leans over and tucks in the sides of the blanket around me, making sure I'm snug and comfortable. Next, he grabs the book he was reading earlier from the bedside table. He ignores the bookmark and flips back to the beginning. Then he starts to read, his voice calm and relaxing. It’s some mystery book about a bank heist. I’m so tired I barely even pay attention, I just let the soothing sound of Bellamy’s voice lull me back to sleep. During the night I wake twice more. Both times I’m crying and I have the impression of fear, but I don’t remember what exact

“Naomi!” Betsy screamed and reached out in desperation, but her hands grasped only air. Valerie was terrified. “No, it wasn’t me!” “Who else could it be? You’ve taken my daughter-in-law!”. Betsy yanked Valerie toward the railing, and in panic, Valerie shoved her away. Then, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the air. “Mom!”

I grabbed my jeans that fell and quickly threw them on. I came to her side. “Fuck Kellina!” There was blood all over her and I didn’t know where to start. I checked and she had a pulse but where was the death I looked around praying to the moon goddess it wasn’t Rogan. There no more than 10 feet away was Melina the High Priestess with her throat ripped out. I was inhaling her death but I could smell her blood everywhere. I called the other wolves telling them we needed as many white priestesses as we could get here now. Letting them know I found Kellina. I began looking around to keep her warm and there I saw her dress as if she had just slipped out to take a dip in the cool water. I ran to

The things happening to me were enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness. I stared at the open, leather bound book, The Devil's Bible, that I had been writing in a felt as though I was slowly losing my process and train of thoughts. I placed down the black pen to look at what I had spent the whole night writing, it was completely unreadable, meaningless like the rest of the writings in the book.

He looked at me and smiled sadly. “Dad, you’re doing great.” I told him. He shook his head and looked down. “Fely... our business is failing. We are so close to bankruptcy.” He explained. My eyes widened at what he just told me. Bankrupt? “Wh-what?” “The Beatrix found out about our situation and we had a deal with them. They used our situation to benefit them. If we agreed, they will help us.” “You’re talking about the arrangement, right?” I said softly. “Is it the only way?”

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

He would know what strings to pull to get his work done. Damion, Tasha, and Lilia are sitting in the hostel room and are on call with Brent, Tyrus, Esther, and Adeline. Damion had just narrated to them Carl and his encounter. “So, we were right. He wanted the book.” “Yeah, and the book is called the Valkyrie Opus.” “But then why didn’t he threaten you or coerce you or try to abduct you or kill you or literally anything if he wants the books so bad,” says Brent.

Shekinah spoke before getting her teacup and sipping it like she hadn’t said anything. Denver heaved a deep sigh and sat across her on the rounded wooden table. “It is being restless, right?” She confirmed. She couldn’t bear to hear a lot of worried thoughts from Shea anymore, so she refrained going to the library. She knew that Shea was becoming so worried, too. She was trying to find some answers in those books in the library. However, there might be something that she knew about what was truly happening now. “This happens when someone from the South Side appears, right?” Shekinah guessed and Denver nodded absentmindedly.

A hush fell over the crowd, everyone too shocked to speak. To them, the woman who had dared to strike at the untouchable Simon was practically signing her own death warrant. Simon, clutching his bleeding forehead, kept his lips sealed tight. Ella lost it. She held her belly, her eyes wild, and forgetting all decorum, she flailed her arms and screamed, "How dare you hit Simon?! Get her, now!" Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides.

They'll still display the pieces. But the thing about kingdoms is that they all shatter. And when they do, the cracks don't just spread. They devour. First came the whispers. Staff exchanging glances when my father passed, phones slammed down when I entered rooms. Then the tremors. My father's hands shaking as he signed documents, his eyes haunted by something he couldn't outrun. The Steele empire was hemorrhaging, drowning in a sea of red, and everyone kept pretending not to see the blood. I caught fragments through closed doors. "Creditors calling hourly." "Leveraged beyond recovery." "Everything we've built."